There I stood, not even a hint of modesty in a lacy bra that showcased my tits, lifting them up and making them look round and plump, held together by a wide satin bow tied in the center. On bottom I wore a slinky little thong that had two satin matching bows sitting at the curve of my hips. All one had to do was pull the satin bows and the lingerie would have fallen to the floor.
“Jesus, baby.” He growled.
I grinned and walked slowly forward until I was right in front of his parted legs.
Surprisingly, he grabbed for my hips first and slowly spun me around until I faced the bed.
“Damn, woman.” He growled and then shocked me momentarily when I felt the scruff of his chin at the soft cheek of my ass before his lips pressed down. Before I could respond, he dragged his teeth over the fleshy globe and bit down until I cried out.
“Fuck.” He gripped my hips hard and then did the same thing to the other side. “Your ass is magnificent.”
My heart rate was through the roof and every molecule inside of me was focused on the span of skin he was currently worshipping. He nudged his face lower and nipped, biting at the curve of my ass cheek where it met my thigh. I jumped at the sharp sensation but he held me still before turning me around.
His gaze slid all over my form as though he were touching me.
I shook in his hold. “Touch me,” I whispered.
He traced his fingertips from my collar bone, down between my breasts, and over my stomach for an all too brief tickle against the lace of my panties.
I groaned. “Jonah,” I pled.
Jonah moved his hands to the satin bow that held the cups of my bra together. He tugged sharply and I gasped as the lace fell away. He eased the fabric off my shoulders and the bra fell to the floor.
His focus was centered on my breasts when he slid his hands up and over my stomach and finally cupped my tits in his warm hands.
“You’re right.” He swiped the pale pink tips with his thumbs, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “These are some beautiful breasts, baby. You should be proud of them.”
I swallowed my smile as he teased my breasts, plucking the tips until the pale pink turned into a bright rosy hue that burned along with each tug of his talented fingers.
He gave them one last delicious pinch before moving to my hips. He fingered the bows on each side and his crystal blue gaze lifted to meet mine as he waited to remove the final bit of clothing.
I was breathing raggedly through my mouth, but I nodded once to his silent request. He didn’t even wait a second more before pulling both bows and letting the scrap of fabric fall to the floor.
His fingers dug into the flesh at my hips as he tugged me forcefully forward and latched his mouth over my sex.
On autopilot, my brain told my hands to keep his head locked to where I was experiencing this exceptional pleasure. I moaned and thrust my hips with the silky movements of his tongue and lips. He growled against my flesh, reached for my thigh, and forced my foot onto the arm of the chair, opening me wide in front of his face. I was at the perfect height for devouring.
He licked his lips, using his thumbs to spread me intimately, and went to town. It was carnal, loud, graphic, and wild in a way that let me know I was only scratching the surface of my serious, alpha FBI man.
One of his arms locked around my hips and used my ass as leverage to push his tongue deeper, taking more, taking it all.
Within minutes I was coming against his mouth, screaming out while humping his face as he kept at me until every last wave of pleasure crested and crashed to the shore.
I shook in his hold, maybe even blacked out because, somehow, he lifted me up and my legs were wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the bed.
Once there, he laid me down gently and nodded to the end table at my right. I turned my head and saw a strip of condoms had been laid out. Something he must have taken care of when I was showering. I turned over and grabbed the strip, ripped one